stjorthotic Chapter 698 - 698 698 An Irresistible Trend_1
Chapter 698 - 698 698 An Irresistible Trend_1
Chapter 698: Chapter 698: An Irresistible Trend_1 Chapter 698: Chapter 698: An Irresistible Trend_1 “`
The poison liquid rapidly transformed into a cloud of mist as if it were a net descending from heaven, its speed akin to lightning.
And with the attack coming from both sides, Greg Jensen’s retreat was almost instantly cut off.
“Hmm?”
He furrowed his brows tightly, formed his hand into a sword gesture, and intended to forcibly use Limitless Swordplay to disperse the toxic mist.
However, soon, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he extended his little finger, applying the Cultivation Technique of Poison Immersion Finger.
Buzz buzz buzz—
The poison mist trembled between his little finger and began to be absorbed at the fingertip little by little.
Visible to the naked eye, his entire little finger turned black, the toxins concentrated in one area, seemingly wanting to spread to the rest of his body.
Fortunately, under the suppression of the spell of Poison Immersion Finger, the volatile poisons were quickly calmed and fully controlled within a small area to circulate.
Greg Jensen swallowed hard, knowing that just absorbing the toxins with his fingertip to make a Poison Immersion Finger was merely the first step.
The next crucial step was to refine all the toxins, integrate them with his own body, while making sure they did not harm his foundation.
While moving slowly forward, he began to refine these toxins.
Before long, the blackish-red poison liquid merged with his fingertip, and the skin color returned to normal, seemingly indistinguishable from his other fingers.
But as soon as Greg Jensen silently operated Poison Immersion Finger, his entire palm would emanate a layer of black aura.
It could be said that he could instantaneously use boxing, palm techniques, or even finger techniques to cleverly eject these toxins.
He glanced at his palm and casually patted a tree in front of him.
Sssss—
Suddenly, the surface of the entire bark began emitting green smoke, the potent toxin corroding it like sulfuric acid.
So much so that in no time at all, the trunk he touched bore a hollow corroded into it.
This was merely a touch; if he used all his strength, the effect of a punch would be undoubtedly explosive, often catching the enemy off guard during combat and leaving them defenseless.
“Tsk tsk, the technique is somewhat insidious, but the effect is indeed undeniable!”
Greg Jensen nodded in satisfaction and continued to hasten his pace.
During this period, he encountered several similar sneak attacks from toxic snakes.
Unfortunately, all were instantly killed by him, which allowed him to extract their toxins to further enhance his Poison Immersion Finger.
Each time he operated the Cultivation Technique, the color of his palm gradually deepened from its original pale blue.
After refining nearly thirty or so snakes, his entire palm turned a dark ink black.
However, this time he did not test the potency of the toxins.
The toxin from just two snakes was enough for him to corrode through a tree trunk in an instant; it wasn’t hard to imagine the power of the combined toxins from over thirty snakes.
He planned to keep it as a trump card for emergencies, as there was no need to reveal Poison Immersion Finger too early in the usual sparring.
Thump!
Just then, a huge commotion suddenly came from not far away.
Greg Jensen followed the sound and saw a plume of black smoke rising from deep within the jungle a hundred meters away, as if something had exploded there.
“Could it be that someone has found some treasure?”
Joy flashed in Greg Jensen’s eyes as he resolved to check it out.
If there truly were a treasure emerging, he did not mind using his sneaky tricks again to stealthily snatch it away; it wouldn’t be a waste of much time.
Thus, he donned the Concealed Battle Robe once more, hiding his aura and figure, and took to Dragon Walk, swiftly weaving through the dense forest.
Before long, hiding behind a large rock, he saw a group of people encircling two individuals from a distance.
Crucially, he recognized both of the surrounded individuals—they were none other than Snake and Boar!
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Greg Jensen’s brow furrowed, a killing intent gradually began to permeate the air.
“Ha, it really is a small world when enemies cross paths!”
…
Five minutes earlier.
“Bastard!”
The representative of Cherrywood, Charles Smith, gritted his teeth as he glared at the surrounded bastards from Dragon King’s Palace and cursed furiously, saying:
“Where exactly is your Dragon King? If you don’t want to die a horrible death, you’d better come clean. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”
Previously, after they had entered the cave, they had been